And those who mourned her winsome face

Found in its stead a swift successor And loved another in her place

All, save the silent old professor.

But, in the tender twilight gray,

Shut from the sight of carping critic, His lonely thoughts would often stray From Vedic verse and tongues Semitic, Bidding the ghost of vanished hope

Mock with its past the sad possessor
Of the dead spray of heliotrope
That once she gave the old profes-

sor.

WONDERLAND

SWEET eyes by sorrow still unwet,
To you the world is radiant yet,
A palace-hall of splendid truth
Touched by the golden haze of youth,
Where hopes and joys are ever rife
Amid the mystery of life;
And seeking all to understand,
The world to you is Wonderland.

I turn and watch with unshed tears
The furrowed track of ended years;
I see the eager hopes that wane,
The joys that die in deathless pain,
The coward Faith that falsehoods shake,
The souls that faint, the hearts that break,
The Truth by livid lips bemoaned,

The Right defiled, the Wrong enthroned,
And, striving still to understand,
The world to me is Wonderland.

A little time, then by and by
The puzzled thought itself shall die.
When, like the throb of distant drums,
The call inevitable comes

To blurring brain and weary limb,
And when the aching eyes grow dim,

And fast the gathering shadows creep
To lull the drowsy sense asleep,
We two shall slumber hand in hand
To wake, perhaps, in Wonderland.

THE OTHER ONE

SWEET little maid with winsome eyes That laugh all day through the tangled hair;

Gazing with baby looks so wise
Over the arm of the oaken chair,
Dearer than you is none to me,
Dearer than you there can be none;
Since in your laughing face I see
Eyes that tell of another one.

Here where the firelight softly glows,

Sheltered and safe and snug and warm, What to you is the wind that blows, Driving the sleet of the winter storm ? Round your head the ruddy light

Glints on the gold from your tresses

After all

Over the shimmering slabs he goes

Stand forth and be

As one on soil and sea

But his nest is hidden from human eye Where headstones broken on old graves lie. Wary still!

For they plot him ill;

worth!"

ALAS! that men must see

Love, before Death! Else they content might be

With their short breath; Aye, glad, when the pale sun Showed restless Day was done, And endless Rest begun.

Glad, when with strong, cool hand Death clasped their own,

And with a strange command

Hushed every moan; Glad to have finished pain, And labor wrought in vain, Blurred by Sin's deepening stain.

But Love's insistent voice

Bids Self to flee-
"Live that I may rejoice,
Live on, for me!"

So, for Love's cruel mind,
Men fear this Rest to find,
Nor know great Death is kind!

SENT WITH A ROSE TO A
YOUNG LADY

DEEP in a Rose's glowing heart
I dropped a single kiss,

And then I bade it quick depart,
And tell my Lady this:

"The love thy Lover tried to send O'erflows my fragrant bowl,

But my soft leaves would break and bend,

Should he send half the whole !"

THE CLOVER

O RUDDY Lover—

O brave red Clover!
Didst think to win her
Thou dost adore ?

She will not love thee,
She looks above thee,

The Daisy's gold doth move her more.

If gold can win her,

Then Love's not in her;

So leave the Sinner,

And sigh no more!

LOVE'S WISDOM

How long I've loved thee, and how well —
I dare not tell!

Because, if thou shouldst once divine
This love of mine,

Or did but once my tongue confess
My heart's distress,

Far, far too plainly thou wouldst see
My slavery,

And, guessing what Love's wit should hide,
Rest satisfied!

WHEN Dorothy and I took tea, we sat upon the floor;

No matter how much tea I drank, she always gave me more;

Our table was the scarlet box in which her tea-set came;

Our guests, an armless one-eyed doll, a wooden horse gone lame.

She poured out nothing, very fast, the tea-pot tipped on high,

And in the bowl found sugar lumps unseen by my dull eye.

She added rich (pretended) cream it seemed a wilful waste,

For though she overflowed the cup, it did not change the taste.

She asked, "Take milk?" or 66

Sugar?"

and though I answered, "No," She put them in, and told me that I "must take it so!"

She'd say

"Another cup, Papa?" and I, "No, thank you, Ma'am," But then I had to take it her courtesy was sham.

Allowing only needful time to pour them,

The Great Twin Brethren came A righteous fight for Rome to make Against the Deed of ShameSo now a ghostly ship shall doom The fleet of treacherous Spain : Before her guilty soul doth loom

The spirit of the Maine!

A wraith arrayed in peaceful white,
As when asleep she lay
Above the traitorous mine that night
Within Havana Bay,

She glides before the avenging fleet,

A sign of woe to Spain.

Brave though her sons, how shall they meet The spirit of the Maine !